Thursday, May 29, 2008
RIP Luc Bourdon
The following is what I wrote in one of my favorite forums about 12 hours after hearing of the tragic of one of the Canucks top prospects dieing in a terrible motorcycle accedent early this afternoon.
I suppose the shock is wearing off because I'm starting to freak out. The last time I felt this way was in 10th grade when I bent three fingures back in a football game and was wondering why everyone in the huddle was looking at me the way they were telling me to take a knee.
As much as I feel for the Bourdon familly I can't help but feel selfish and think of my Canuck familly and feel we lost someone very special. What a blow to our team.
I've ridden dirt bikes all my life and the last three years all my friends have gotten their bike licencess while I talked about it mostly because I didn't have the money. Now I thank god that I had so many bills and that I may no longer be motivated to get my street license. Again, in shock I may feel different in the morning...but I from just this year I know I'll always wear a neck guard and I may never ride on the street again.
Shy.
On a personal note, now that I'm on my own turf that is my personal blog I feel cheated. The Canucks invested a top pick on this guy. The feeling is that the guy drafted right after Bourdon (11th by LA) was the stud of the draft. But I defended the pick because I knew he was special in a way that would become apperent in time. Four years later he's outta time. Bourdon owed me and all the legions of canucks fans and he stepped out without footing the bill. From the initial reports of the accedents he made about a dozen poor decisions in a very short time and his gf had to watch the tragidy unfold before her very eyes.
My condolences to the Bourdon familly. Yet tradedy's make one think of ones self. Human nature I suppose.
Rhoel
The following is what I wrote in one of my favorite forums about 12 hours after hearing of the tragic of one of the Canucks top prospects dieing in a terrible motorcycle accedent early this afternoon.
I suppose the shock is wearing off because I'm starting to freak out. The last time I felt this way was in 10th grade when I bent three fingures back in a football game and was wondering why everyone in the huddle was looking at me the way they were telling me to take a knee.
As much as I feel for the Bourdon familly I can't help but feel selfish and think of my Canuck familly and feel we lost someone very special. What a blow to our team.
I've ridden dirt bikes all my life and the last three years all my friends have gotten their bike licencess while I talked about it mostly because I didn't have the money. Now I thank god that I had so many bills and that I may no longer be motivated to get my street license. Again, in shock I may feel different in the morning...but I from just this year I know I'll always wear a neck guard and I may never ride on the street again.
Shy.
On a personal note, now that I'm on my own turf that is my personal blog I feel cheated. The Canucks invested a top pick on this guy. The feeling is that the guy drafted right after Bourdon (11th by LA) was the stud of the draft. But I defended the pick because I knew he was special in a way that would become apperent in time. Four years later he's outta time. Bourdon owed me and all the legions of canucks fans and he stepped out without footing the bill. From the initial reports of the accedents he made about a dozen poor decisions in a very short time and his gf had to watch the tragidy unfold before her very eyes.
My condolences to the Bourdon familly. Yet tradedy's make one think of ones self. Human nature I suppose.
Rhoel
Friday, October 17, 2003
merrily merrily merrily life ...
Have you ever been at a crossroad? and what if that symbolic crossroad had a flashing yellow light. "slow down and proceed with caution." How about a flashing red? I...don't...know...what ...to... do... . I know that dosnt help, not knowing any of the details. But lets just say it's the oldest story in the book. it's about a girl. It's about potential happienss. It's not worthy of mention in the grand scheme of things. But this moment in time and place means alot to me. I'm tempeted to delete and forget, who am i to erase time? Well this may be my only entry 'cause my cousing is getting me on a site that allows comentary and stuff. so...later...maybe. Ro
Have you ever been at a crossroad? and what if that symbolic crossroad had a flashing yellow light. "slow down and proceed with caution." How about a flashing red? I...don't...know...what ...to... do... . I know that dosnt help, not knowing any of the details. But lets just say it's the oldest story in the book. it's about a girl. It's about potential happienss. It's not worthy of mention in the grand scheme of things. But this moment in time and place means alot to me. I'm tempeted to delete and forget, who am i to erase time? Well this may be my only entry 'cause my cousing is getting me on a site that allows comentary and stuff. so...later...maybe. Ro
